It's late at night before I know it

Lu Hang fell asleep in the pile of newspapers, and suddenly disappeared from the bed. There were only newspapers and twisted bedding on the messy bed.

I don't know if it's in a dream or in a reality

Lu Hang's face became very struggling, and he opened his mouth wide and shook his hands and feet like a dehydrated fish, as if he was suffocating.

He felt locked in an iron box with a narrow pussy, and there was nothing dark around him, no air, and his legs could not be stretched out, as if he was in a cage.

His body was sweating like slurry, and his heart was frightened and he was so scared that he was falling into the abyss. I wonder how all this happened?

But the consciousness is very clear;

I feel that life has come to an end and I don’t have much time left for myself. If this continues, I will inevitably suffocate to death.

Maybe it was only one or two minutes. He wanted to shout wildly but couldn't make a sound, he wanted to struggle but couldn't kick his legs, he wanted to breathe but there was no air, and he wanted to wake up from his dream but couldn't do it.

At the last moment of this life, Lu Hang, who was filled with fear, burst into tears silently flowed down. If his parents saw this tragic scene tomorrow, how heartbroken would be?

A white-haired person sends a black-haired person, life is a tragic thing.

Poor, Lu Hang, I have not fulfilled my filial piety to the two elders, and I am an unfilial son!

This moment

Lu Hang wants to wake up from his dream and breathe the fresh air outside freely.

I saw Lu Hang appear out of thin air on Kong Luoluo's bed, then suddenly sat up, gasping for breath.

The sweat and tears on his face were mixed together and could no longer tell the difference. He held his neck with both hands, and his pretty face was covered with ferocious expression.

What's going on?

How did I wake up?

Was it just a nightmare?

Why is it so terrible?

Luhang looked at the dim bedside lamp through the mosquito net, and felt a throbbing in his heart to escape from the disaster. His heart sounded like thunder, and he could hear almost every powerful movement, transporting blood to every part of this young body.

It's so scary.

Lu Hang never dared to sleep anymore. He picked up the thin quilt and wiped the sweat stains on his face. He repeatedly pondered in his heart, and his hands unconsciously touched his whole body;

All the parts are in and the functions are normal.

But what happened in my dream just now?

This shock was extraordinary. Lu Hang was not sleepy at all at this moment.

He found his right hand trembling unconsciously, stretched out his left hand and pinched it hard, then shook his right arm for a few times, feeling much better.

Since he couldn't sleep, Lu Hang touched the red plum smoke from his exit pocket and lit it, taking a deep breath to regain his extreme nervousness.

After a moment

Luhang feels that the problem lies in the rebirth of time. Is there any inexplicable mutation in this process?

I can't say anything in detail, I don't have experience in this area!

When I first thought of experience, Lu Hang's heart moved and thought of some possibility...

"Oh, fuck me!"

The cigarette butt burned his fingers, and Lu Hang hurriedly threw it out of the mosquito net, and then tucked it tightly.

He stroked his chest with his hands and secretly cheered himself up:

If a person has great responsibilities given to him, he will definitely suffer his will and his muscles and bones. If he breaks through the rapids and dangerous shoals, he will be the peach blossom land of life!

God bless you!

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes silently, Lu Hang focused all his attention in his mind...

Lu Hang, who was sitting in the mosquito net, disappeared instantly and appeared in a dark and narrow space. He forced himself to suppress the extreme panic in his heart and reached out to touch the surroundings.

The texture feels like extremely tough rubber, which cannot be pushed or beaten. My long legs can only be curled up, and I can't even lift my head. The space is about one cubic cube.

There is no air here that cannot breathe, no sound can be heard, and no sound can be heard.

After less than a minute of support, when Lu Hang felt stuffy in his heart, he focused on his own bed and was instantly transmitted.

He lay on the bed, breathing in fresh air in big mouthfuls, and felt goose bumps appear on his body, which was caused by excitement.

Take a break

Lu Hang's breathing became heavy, shifting his attention to the half-pack of cigarettes in his hand, and guiding it into the mysterious space in his mind with his thoughts.

After several failures, Lu Heng's heartbeat was almost half a beat slower, and he suddenly realized that half of the red plum cigarette in his hand was gone.

A brief look

Half a pack of cigarettes stayed quietly in the mysterious space in my mind.

Then, through the guidance of thought, it appeared in his hands in an instant, this...

The portable space is actually the portable space.

Lu Hang immediately realized what this was. Although it was not as good as Sir Dybala's large warehouse, it was still a hard-core practical skill, a great killer weapon!

Lu Hang became excited and kept emitting pillows, thin quilts, and alarm clocks on the bed, making fun of it.

But not long after, he felt a strong dizziness coming, and fell back on the bed and fell asleep.

No words all night

The next morning

Liu Shuying prepared breakfast and placed it on the table, including steamed buns, porridge, pickles, and cucumbers that had just been cold in the morning, which were crisp and refreshing.

After washing up in the yard, Lu Yuanshan walked in with a white enamel teapot, wiped the foam from his mouth with a towel, turned around and looked at the direction of the cottage and said, "The sun is shining on your butt. Haven't your second young master got up yet?"

"Hurry up and eat yours. There are so many things going on this Sunday. I'm going to Qingliangshan Park to practice early exercises soon. After I come back, you follow me to buy internal yarn. I can't get so much back by myself."

Liu Shuying washed her hands quickly, wiped the towel, walked to the table and sat down to prepare for dinner. She looked at Lu Yuanshan still looking outside, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking that if I had to take the ready-made labor at home, I had to work hard labor. I also wanted to go to Xinhua Bookstore to check out if there was any collection of Zhang Ailing's essays."

Liu Shuying's face darkened and said, "Old Lu, explain to me what it means to do coolies?"

"I just made a random comment, unintentional."

Liu Shuying was unhappy and slowly put down her chopsticks as if a storm was brewing.

Lu Yuanshan is the prophet of the spring river warming water. Seeing this, he sat down at the table with an opportunity, showing a smile to alleviate the conflict.

Unfortunately it's too late.

"You are unintentional, but it has hit my heart. Don't you know what I have done when I buy so much wool? You still have to make sweaters and trousers for the three of you. This needle and thread will take more than a year. What am I going to do?"

Liu Shuying finally broke out. As she said that, she felt wronged and her eyes turned red. "I just want you to wear warm and gentle clothes. Even if I suffer more hard work, it's worth it. But you can say that you will be able to carry the wool back to me and call it a coolie. Then what's my exhausted old mother? I've worked hard to run this family for so many years and have worked hard to raise my two sons. Is it easy for me to come?"

"Haha, Shuying, I know you have worked hard and I am thinking about this family. I am a mistake in my tongue... a mistake in tongue." Lu Yuanshan could only beg for forgiveness with a bitter face.

Liu Shuying smiled coldly and said, "This is probably what you said in your heart. I don't want to follow me, a yellow-faced woman, to get the wool. I just want to see Zhang Ailing's love, love, etc., that's so exciting! That's so exciting!"

"What's this?" Lu Yuanshan's old face turned black.

"Old Lu, do you dare to say that you don't think so in your heart?"

Lu Yuanshan has rich experience in fighting, and even if he thinks this way in his heart, he will never admit it. He regrets that he is short of saying that it is too late and his wife is caught.

So-called; words are the voice of the heart.

Fortunately, there is still room for slow down, Lu Yuanshan said sincerely on his face;

"Shuying, you have known me for so many years. You don't smoke or drink. You have always loved literature. When you freely publish some tofu essays in newspapers and magazines, all of which are your personal hobbies."

Liu Shuying immediately changed her expression, "I'm angry when talking about this. Isn't that old lady like you? Isn't it that old lady like you? What's the good thing about the two people?

It is said that it is in the Demon City now..."

"Shuying..."

Lu Yuanshan stopped shouting, and his face also darkened. This was a hidden pain that could not be touched in his heart and could not be revealed at all.

He forced himself to suppress the sudden fluctuations in his heart, and said in a slight tone;

"It's been a matter of many years of old sesame and grain. Is it interesting to repeat the old saying? I just want to live a peaceful life with you, watching your two sons grow up,

Get married and have children, and your children and grandchildren surround your knees, and you will be happy until you grow old. Let everything in the past pass."
Chapter completed!